This is a song about "Him being good at math"

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

I got sorta good at pretending

Boys were mean to him and swore at him and made him want to vomit

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

You tell me 'one strike,' well, good thing i was never good at math.

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

For good at least once in a while

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

They all curse at him and they spit at him as they walk by

At the thought of being popular

I'm gettin discouraged with her

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Dismissive like we miss the principle of being a good citizen.